Figs

I am sitting here eating sun-dried Greek figs, small, seedy and light skinned fruit. What variety of fig is this one that is so little and sweet? It is an Adriatic fig, pale yellow and sometimes called the white fig when it glows in the bright sunshine. It is brillant red on the inside and extra sweet, considered a dessert fig served with crème fraîche or mascarpone cheese, ice cream, or plain unsweetened yogurt. Or even better a sheep milk yogurt if you can find it.

Remember the fig tree that did not bear fruit? How it withered and died in the ground. “This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence.”  

Now whenever I see a fig tree I look for the fruit. I want to see that the harvest is coming, or that it is here. Right now.

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dVerse prompt on season and using the quote “This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence.” from Louise Gluck’s All Hallows.

Figs

3 thoughts on “Figs

  1. Beverly Crawford says:

    I have heard people speak of something they don’t care about by saying “I don’t give a fig”. That is certainly not the case with you! I love your fig tale!

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  2. I have pondered that withered fig tree often – glad you provided an antidote here to the barrenness of injustice waged in the name of justice. A veritable celebration of fig-ness and praise for the bounty of harvest. What a relief!

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